Tuesday, January 25, 2011

please don't forget me

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Often I couldn't type anything out -the words weren't good enough, and I would inevitably leave it off. To say the least, everything I wanted to say wasn't really a mystery, I felt like I had nothing new to offer.

My story? Yeah, we fell in love. Then we fell out of it.

Well, he, did anyway.

It's been a year now, since I said goodbye. The reasons are now all fuzzy now, and I can't remember if it was him or I. I try to reason with myself. Sure, he might have loved me but he had too many skeletons in his closet, too many secrets he kept hidden away from the world. Even from the one, he proclaimed to have been madly, truly and deeply in love with. I like to think that I stayed as long as I could and that I loved with every ounce of my being, but now, the odds were finally against us, and it was time to call it quits.

You asked me to stay. Just a silent whisper. I knew you were trying your best, but I wanted...I needed more than that. All those nights that you and I stayed up fighting, crying and hurting, I really thought somehow in the midst of it all, we'd make it. We were fifteen and sixteen, but I swear, I will never be as in love with anyone else as I was with you. And that thought truly haunts me, because whoever are next, they have to struggle with the remaining pieces of me. They have to muddle through, doing the best they can, even if I secretly know that nobody else could compare.

I can't believe my insanity sometimes either, those nights that I would dream of you, confessing that it was me you still wanted. A part of me still needs you to be brave and tell me before we leave high school for good that you love me, no matter the mistakes shared between us.

But time has passed, too much time. There is too much distance between the both of us, and we're so far away that I wonder if what we had, what we shared...were we even in the same world? Was there really a time when it was just you and me? Was there really a time when we loved one another?

What I would give to let you go, every bit of you. Your voice, your hair, your arms and hands, and the taste of your lips still on mine.

But I'm too late, and you're gone for good now.You've moved on now and that girl - well, she's just amazing. Her silky black hair, her smile, her wonderful heart. You really did better second time around, didn't you? But I'm not mad, I'm mad at myself. Somewhere deep down in the shallow pits of my heart, I've wanted to confess this to you for so long now. Peter, I still love you and I'm sorry.

Love is something amazing. It can change everything, everywhere in time and space; it is like a computer virus, a primeval force that stimulates us to change our life; without this feeling we would try less than half of what a human body can try.And then, when this thing ends, we lose ourselves. And all have to restart. It's difficult...

honey, don't blame yourself. YOU can do so much better the second time around. i know that right now if seems like he is the person you will be the most in love with, but maybe next time it might not be that exciting thrill of the first time, but it will be so much less devastating if it ends and maybe this next time you will be able to go through it with a more level head :)

it takes time to see what love can do for every individual. sometimes its always too late to say I'm sorry and really see how important other half could be.too many thinking,too many tears,and too many disappointment. its amazing how love can be.

Your words touched my heartits hard to conceive the feelings for someone, you'd never think of it until your out of it properly... dived straight into the deep end and yet its hard to tread out back to the shallow end, hope for the best keep your head up!

ok, so i just gotta say, i love your texts! I really do! But, I havent followed you for a long time and I just wondered -sorry for asking/not knowing-, are the stories real or made up? Are they from your experience?hih, love your blog!

"But time has passed, too much time. There is too much distance between the both of us, and we're so far away that I wonder if what we had, what we shared...were we even in the same world? Was there really a time when it was just you and me? Was there really a time when we loved one another?" God damn, those are some heart wrenching questions and some heart breaking answers to come to realize now. There was a time when it was just us two in this big world that seemed so small and complete, but to tell myself that I'll never have that time again with you and to know that I can't even recognize that world anymore is an answer too sad to bear. I ask myself, what is it that a wound remembers after it has healed?

A day will come, and you'll stumble upon someone who's amazing and incredible, who'll be able to open your heart to love more than you think you're capable of.

High school is just a start. What you've got now is just a taste of what is waiting for you out there. It's good to spend time a mourn about a disappointed love, but in the end, you've got go clean yourself up and make room inside of you for the universe to rush in, so that you can experience goodness like you've never seen it before.

It gets better.You'll find better.

I've only ever fallen in love three times. And each time around, the new prince has proven to be better just when I thought the previous one was already too perfect.

Thus is life. Patience is a virtue. And so is forgiveness.

Forgive him, forgive you. Remember what you had together, but forget him.

I think if we were to be totally honest, no matter how strong we women think we are, this has happened to 99% of us. The sooner we accept this has happened to us, we can accept ourselves and move on stronger.

I used to feel this way. He was my best friend. I thought he would forget about me after a couple months. I was wrong. And then I found someone I learned to love even more than him..and I realized I had forgotten him. And I'm happy :)

I am the same way and still feel this way, questioning my self? why? how? what? but I am not giving up I am still fighting what i know that i love, til this day.i might not know where she at but hope fully she will read my blog.http://smartknowledge101.blogspot.com/2011/01/is-it-too-late-my-love.html

about your situation, the men you're talking about,

Us men we don't show our feelings that much because we have pride to protect, but deep down inside all men are soft and we don't forget memory that passed.deep inside his heart , he remembers you! you never know he might still love you!

I accidentally came across this after looking for a movie "Never let me go" which i just watched. Which made me think about love and my one true love that i lost. Then i read this and it took me back to those feelings that felt like ice. It has been 7 years since i was with what i loved so much and never thought I'd be apart from her. We were young and to be engaged but she ended it over the phone from the other side of the world. It was so long ago now but everyday i think of her and that love we had. I know like you that I could never have that love again. It was something not from this world. I don't hurt anymore, but I'd give everything and anything to make it so we were together now, and forever. But I know i have to live a life that will always be less than perfect, a life without that one true love. Knowing that still hurts but I'm not the only one.